Take My Breath Away

When Carlos left the meeting room, he took along with him the postcard that had magically changed his mood. As soon as he stepped out of the room, noisy sighs of relief filled the space; some executives almost cried out gratefully, especially the planning department.

"Phew! Thank God! We survived!" one of them exclaimed. "Not just that! Each of us gets twice our pay this month! Isn't this great?" someone responded excitedly.

Back in his office, sitting leisurely in his chair, Carlos couldn't help but re-read the words on the back of the postcard. Before he knew it, a smile had appeared on his face.

When he had finally savored the words long enough, he opened a folder on his desk and carefully put the postcard in the middle of it. It was made of poor quality paper, but it was his treasure nevertheless.

'Looks like this woman has started to take the initiative, ' he thought.

In Southon Village

It was getting dark. Debbie was jogging when she heard some noise ahead of her, which sounded like two people were having sex.

It was awkward, so she stopped her run and stayed away from them.

The reception was usually awful in the village. Unfortunately, she got signals at the spot she was at that moment and her phone started buzzing in her pocket. It was on vibration, so it didn't disturb the couple.

She hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.

Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. 'This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!' she thought, gratified and angry. After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind. "What are you doing?"

Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.

Debbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn't the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't find a good excuse. "Having fun," she said, after a long pause.

Despite her sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled when he heard her voice. "I got it," he said.

"Huh?" She was perplexed. 'Got what?'

"The love letter you wrote me."

'What? What love letter? I never wrote him any love

ted his finger into the distance and said, "Debbie, look!"

Everyone was automatically curious and stopped playing at once to look towards where he was pointing at. A little boy ran towards them and shouted cheerfully, "Look! So many cars have come to our village! The cool ones. I've only seen them on TV. What are their names?"

Jared named the cars as he pointed at them one by one, "Emperor. Bentley. And that's a Rolls-Royce Phantom."

The boy jumped in excitement. "Right. Lice-Rice! Pepper, Shorty, Butterball! Let's go take a look. We've never seen those cars before.

"

'Emperor? Is it Carlos?' Debbie wondered. Then the familiar car and its license plate came into view.

The ten-meter-away entrance of the village was on a low terrain. The whole village could see the cars parked there.

Emmett got out of the car in an elegant manner. He immediately spotted Debbie among the others. After a few incidents that had taken place in the past, Carlos' employees had started seeing his cute and sweet wife as their savior. Emmett waved at her excitedly.

The villagers didn't know who he was waving at, so they all waved back at him warmly.

Debbie only looked at Emmett briefly. Her eyes quickly shifted to the back window of the Emperor. She could sense Carlos' tense gaze even with the window rolled up.

'He's here. I'm sure.

Has he come to take me home?

He always makes me mad and then tries to make up for it by doing something nice.' With that thought in mind, she looked at the car expectantly, and all her anger was gone.